The Best And Worst Of TNA Impact Wrestling 1/10/13: She's Like The Wind

Well hello again, Internet friends and that one guy who really hates me! Who’s ready for another Impact that I enjoyed way more than I probably should have? I know I am! But first…

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Joe is gonna beat you down, Joe is gonna choke you out, and Joe is going to stand there casually while your fake biker friend locks you in a cage and do absolutely nothing about it. Playing yourself off as being outnumbered is one thing, but we all saw the gif last week. Don’t even.

Further worst: When Mr. Anderson is the only one making sense, you’re doing it wrong

This whole segment was pretty terrible, but Mr. Anderson raises some good points. Why on earth would he be on the side of people who abandoned him? Why would he want to support you when Sting gives such bad nicknames? It’s a perfectly cromulent question, and instead of apologizing, or saying hey, yeah, that was pretty crappy of us, Kurt issues the ‘with us or against us’ ultimatum. Now, I’m a lady who enjoys shades of grey in her wrestling personas, but this is some straight-up BS.

For some reason, Anderson is constantly a hot commodity. Spoiler alert: it is not for his wrestling ability. I think we can all remember (or google) the will-he-won’t-he Anderson and Immortal storyline. Wrestling allegiances and friendships are consistently changing with little regard for continuity (see: every wrestling show ever), but if Mr. Anderson is anything, it’s a consummate butthole. Kurt, I know your memory is probably a little hazy given that your head is about as soft as Eric Lindros’s, but come. on. He’s done this to you before. You have a roster full of people, so it’s not like it’s a numbers game, so why not just leave him alone to get handies in the stripper closet and ultimately betray them instead of you? Beating someone up is a terrible way to woo them to your side of a cause. Oh my god, Kurt. It’s like you don’t even read your own friend fiction.

Best: This was way better the last time you did it

The clip above contains my absolute favourite moment in all of TNA history. The whole things is great! Abyss doesn’t want to hold hands with Gunner, because Gunner! The guy at 2:37 shouting “I TOLD YOU! I KNEW IT!” Mr. Anderson leaps into Abyss’s arms because FRIENDSHIP! It wasn’t bookended by any great wrestling or storytelling really, but the interaction between Abyss and Anderson makes me so happy I’m almost unable to type. I’m glad to take any opportunity to rewatch it, so thanks, TNA, for making me remember one of the few times you played something perfectly.

Best: Joseph Park sighting

He studied all of that tape of wrestling matches, but none of opening doors. Hee!

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Best: Robbie E. is meta as f*ck

Never in a million years would I ever have speculated that either Robbie E or Robzilla would be one the best things going on wrestling television, but there they are, another week gone, being awesome as all get out. As dismayed as I was to see Tessmacher and her Dolph Ziggler face involved in something I enjoy, I really appreciated the canonical reference to her dislike of Robbie E. from her guest spot on The List. They’re even wearing the same sweaters. Amazing. Sting and the Aces & Eights stuff might be pretty garbage, but as long as the primary focus is on them, and little things like this can slip through, I am totally fine with it.

Best: I don’t care about what happened during the tag match…

…because Robbie Bunyan as Patrick Swayze makes up for any worsts I would have given to their half-hearted attempts at Gangnam Styling. In a perfect world, they’ll throw out all of the storylines for Genesis and do a roster-wide reenactment of Dirty Dancing, culminating in all of them dancing to Time of Your Life while Al Snow asks Devon if they have sheet music for the Robbie’s terrible EDM entrance theme. Then Bruce Pritchard can finally apologize to Attack of the 50 ft. Robbie for thinking that he was the one who got Velvet Sky knocked up, when we all know it was that skeezy Ayn Rand-loving skuzzball Bobby Roode.

Worst: Why did I rewatch the tag match?

Tessmacher, I straight up don’t care how many watermelons you carried. For the love of god, please stop rubbing your lower lady parts in other people’s faces. I know TNA is rumoured to pay their talent terrible wages, but do you really need to get noticed for that lucrative Monistat campaign? This is the wrestling version of Sean Young’s catwoman outfit and it is weird and gross.

Worst: That guy vs. that guy who looks like that other guy but with sideburns

I’m not going to get too down on these guys, and the worst is really more for booking them against each other than the serviceable match itself. I feel like TNA’s scouting process is just going through Vince McMahon’s Boner Jams ’08 and picking the most swole white guys they can find. But hey, if their chances in TNA don’t work out, they’ve always got their careers at Extensive Enterprises to fall back on.

Worst: Mr. Anderson, Masturbating Gollum

You’re making it really hard to be on your side, you creeper.

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Best: Welcome home, Joseph Park

“OW!”

Every morning Joseph Park woke up the same way, gosh-darning Crimson under his breath for claiming the top bunk. It wasn’t his fault he was late on the first day of camp! Park, Park, & Park is a big firm, and it takes a lot of paperwork before you can just hand off all of your cases and spend the summer at Wrestling Camp.

Joseph looked at his alarm clock. 11:30am? Oh no! He was late! Careful so as not to hit his head again, he rushed to the chair beside his bed, grabbed the track suit he had laid out the night before, and ran for the bathrooms. Punctuality is an asset, but it’s not meant to take away from proper hygiene!

As Joseph painstakingly brushed his teeth, up, down, side to side, his thoughts began to drift. Ever since Taeler arrived, Joseph started paying less attention to his collar and elbow tie-ups and spandex macramé, and more attention to his physical presentation. He was bound and determined to become a wrestler, but something about the way she looked at him made his knees wobble.

“PARK! What in the name of Eugene are you still doing in the bathroom! Get yer goddamn ass OUT of this bathroom and INTO MY RING!”

Danny Davis. The meanest sonofabitch this side of Rob Conway you could ever meet. He could make your blood run cold just by looking at you. If he told you to move, you moved. And move Joseph did!

As he broke into a run, Park realized that his carefully side-parted hair was getting mussed in the wind, and regretted it almost immediately. She’d be there waiting, with her neon hoodies and five different colours of eye-shadow, and he’d show up looking like he had already been working out for hours. Gosh darnit!

***

As the summer wore on and the days grew longer, so did the training. In-ring work twice a day, cape & robe bedazzling before lunch, international object wood carving afterwards. Being a wrestler was hard work!

Joseph walked along the pathway, past the fire pit and Proctologist Memorial Dining Hall, into the woods. Moments before, Davis had yet again proved why he earned the nickname “Nightmare,” cruelly berating Joseph in front of everyone for not cutting an impactful enough promo on Sam Shaw.

“Aw, what does he know, anyways?” said Joseph, kicking a cluster of mushroom that had grown next to his favourite thinking stump. “Sam is barely even articulate enough to say his own name, let alone make me think he’s going to take me on in the squared circle! Why, Danny Davis is just a mean, no good-“

“Jerkface?”

Joseph wheeled around to see two big brown eyes meeting his gaze.

“Taeler! Wh-uhh…what are you doing here?”

Hendrix smiled, making Joseph immediately feel like he had to lie down. “Oh, you own these woods now?” she said as she hopped up on the stump, challenging him face to face. “What are you going to do…sue me?”

Of the great many things Joseph Park could think of doing with Miss Hendrix, instituting legal proceedings against her was the last thing on his mind.

“Oh…oh no, Miss Hendrix. I could never! Besides, I’m not that kind of lawyer. You see, at the firm of Park, Park, & Park, we specialize in…well…it doesn’t matter. I’m a wrestler now! Or at least I’m trying to be.” Joseph cast his eyes to the ground. “I must confess, I don’t think I’m doing a very good job at it.”

Taeler climbed down off of the stump, brushing the dirt off of it before taking a seat. “It’s Davis, isn’t it. That guy’s just rotten! Did you know he told Sam that his tattoos were stupid? What a dick.”

Joseph fought the urge to smile. Sam’s tattoos were stupid, but any amount of schadenfreude might make him look as big of a jerk as Davis. Instead he nodded his head in agreement. “Yeah, that’s real mean. Especially since he’s stuck with them. That’s why I always make sure to carefully and thoroughly weigh the pros and cons of any major purchase. Proper research almost always helps you avoid buyer’s remorse!”

“Uh, yeah. Well. Either way, that guy’s gonna get his. Wanna help?”

Whether it was the scheming glint in her eye, or the way she threw around words like “dick” as an insult, Joseph immediately felt a tug in the pit of his stomach. Here she was -beautiful, dangerous- and looking at him like that. He would have followed her to the ends of the earth if she’d smile at him just one more time.

“What do you have in mind?”

***

He should have known.

Staring into the wild eyes of the Nightmare, a container of icy hot in one hand and the ragged, yellowed briefs of Danny Davis in the other, Joseph Park stood frozen in the middle of Davis’s cabin, petrified.

He should have known.

***

“Oh my god, Joe! I had no idea you’d actually go through with it! I mean, have you seen the stains on his sweat pants? Who on earth would wanna touch his grody underwear?”

It was lunchtime in Ohio Valley. The tables in the dining hall were filling up with budding wrestlers, currently hungrier for tater tots and jello than they were for big brand contracts. Joseph followed Hendrix through the crowd, trying his best to dodge and weave through the maze of muscles and lunch trays.

“What do you mean, Miss Hendrix? We clearly discussed, in detail, making Davis pay for being so awful to all of us. You were supposed to be there with me!”

Before she could speak, Sam Shaw sidled up to Taeler, draping one unfortunately tattooed arm around her shoulders. “Hey, Tae. Ha, that rhymes. Is this guy bothering you?”

“Totally. I mean, god, Joe, get a grip. It was a joke!”

“But…you said you would be there. And I thought…I had thought…I mean, you brought up the end of summer dance, and…”

“Whoa, hold up. You thought my girl Tae was gonna go to the dance with a fat geek like you? You’re…” Joseph could practically hear the cogs grinding against each other as Sam struggled to come up with another insult. “You’re…lunchmeat!” And with that, Sam dumped the contents of his tray over Park’s head.

Humiliated, Joseph turned to go, tears burning in his eyes. But before he could get far, his foot slipped on an errant slice of baloney from Sam’s now wasted lunch. He careened forward, smashing his nose into a nearby bench. Park looked down in horror. Blood was trickling from his nose onto the floor, onto his hands…so much blood….

***

“PARK! What in the name of Eugene do you think you’re doing? My office! NOW!”

Joseph shook his head, as if waking from a dream. Slowly, the realization dawned on him that everyone in the dining hall had gone quiet, and even worse, was staring right at him. Sam Shaw lay at his feet. Taeler looked at up at him, a mixture of shock and fear passing over her face.

Davis looked at Park, his eyes softening. “Son, have you ever heard of a lady names Missy Hyatt?”

Park racked his brain, but came up with nothing.

“Ah, well, it’s not important. The thing is, sometimes we do strange things when it comes to women. I understand. But the fact is, I haven’t seen a spinning side slam executed with that much ability and ferocity since…well, since your brother was last on TV.”

“Yeah, I think that’s what we’re ramping up to.”

“Sorry?”

“Uhh, nevermind.”

Davis continued. “Look, I know I’ve been a little hard on you, but the fact is, you’ve come a long way since you first walked through my door. You’ve worked hard, and it’s paid off. I think you’re ready to graduate.”

“I….really?” Park had expected the thrashing of a lifetime for whatever had happened in the dining hall, but…graduate? Was this really happening?

“Go on, get out of here! I believe you’ve got some things to take care of back in Orlando.”

***

Joseph Park loaded his bag into the backseat of his rental car. For once the company had sent along the right one. He paused, taking one last look at Ohio Valley Wrestling Camp. He had come so far.

As he slid into the driver’s seat of his BMW, a smile crept across his lips. He was gosh darn Joseph Park, esq. of the firm Park, Park, & Park. He had a penthouse apartment and a bank account balance to rival any of the bigwigs at Panda Energy. But most importantly, he was now a wrestler. He could do this. And Danny Davis was right – he had unfinished business.

He tossed his glasses onto the passenger seat, replacing them with his trusty prescription shades.

“Hold onto your butt, Devon. I’m on my way.”

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Worst: Brooke Hogan, Actress

You know you’re in sad shape when a man who can’t even pretend to use a phone properly is better at conveying emotional turmoil than you are. Are you sad? Are you trying not to laugh? Is it gas? It’s gas, isn’t it?

Worst: Guys, sometimes I am really dumb

It wasn’t until this moment in the show that I realized Austin Aries’ logo isn’t just weird triangle shapes, but two As. I feel almost as silly as I did a few weeks ago when I noticed, after years of dedicated watching and yelling at housewives for not figuring out anagrams as fast as I can, that the giant cheese wheels on Supermarket Sweep are actually just inflatables and not actual cheese. Also, if that’s the case, why the hell wouldn’t you load up on them, mulleted ladies of the early nineties? I know you can lift those now! No excuse!

Best: Austin Aries and Bobby Roode getting the hot tag to my heart

It continues to astound me that people will consistently and somewhat ignorantly deride Impact. Yeah, I give worsts, but oh my god, how can you watch Austin Aries and Bobby Roode argue over what they’re going to wear to the ring and not think this is an absolute Best? You’re right, Aries. This is a dream team. Or, to quote my boyfriend, “Are you going to put in the part about how you almost broke my arm clutching it in happiness over this segment?” …sorry, Matthew.

Worst: Jeff Hardy not understanding the point of competition in wrestling

I can maybe understand thinking that his methods are a little dodgy, but isn’t the entire point of competing to get the World Heavyweight Championship? I about lost my mind when Aries won, so yeah, of course the actual person who won it in stunning fashion then lost it to the guy who sells the most merch wants it back. Ugh. It’s like you don’t even watch wrestling.

Best: I have been waiting for this for what feels like an eternity

A ways back, With Leather darling M4G3RK coined the ideal name for a Hardy/Storm tag team, so please know that they are, now and forever, Team Paint Your Wagon.

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They’re gonna use an oil-based paint, because they’re painting piiiiine!

Best: This whole match

I actually had to watch it back, because I didn’t remember a single thing that Paint Your Wagon did other than the fact that Jeff Hardy didn’t take off his shirt. Aries and Roode one-upmanship dominated the focus of this match, and I was entirely caught up in the story they’re telling. When they eventually move on to separate storylines, I’m going to miss them like the deserts miss the rain. And hey, remember when CM Punk and Cena stood on opposite turnbuckles holding the belts up to the crowd to illicit dueling cheers from the audience? Well eff that, this was way, way better.

Worst: Where have you been, and why don’t you come back WTTCOTW?

Seriously, this is the most WTTCOTW we get? Really? We have to sit through Brooke Hogan failing harder at crying than Nick Saban does at smiling like a human, and all we get from Kazarian and Daniels is a run in? Boo! Hiss!

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Best: Mr. Anderson’s entrance … mostly

Live, Anderson has one of the legit coolest entrances I’ve ever seen. Once he gets to the ring and starts talking we’re reminded that hey, you’re not actually all that cool and you should probably have cut it off a full minute ago, but it was kinda nice to see it again. It also led me to simultaneously playing Sting and Anderson’s themes on YouYube at the same time, and Dale Oliver, you were not stretching yourself creatively with these at all, were you. Tsk.

Worst: Kurt Angle

I know I haven’t been writing these for long, so I should at this point explain that I am actually a fan of Kurt Angle. He was a great wrestler, looked smashing in a tiny hat, and had Sensational Sherri sing an Angle-themed parody of Shawn Michael’s entrance that I’ve filed forever under “Things that make me happy.” The nicest photo my boyfriend and I have together after being together for three years features a sweaty, post-match Angle posing in a TNA ring between the two of us. I’m not sure if that’s sad or awesome, but either way, I don’t hate Kurt Angle. That said, will you shut the hell up and stop calling dudes “bitch”? Or anyone, for that matter? Remember when you were awesome and funny and a sexy Kurt who’d make people’s ankle hurt? More of that, less of everything you’re doing, please.

Best: Garrett Bischoff running

Because lol, Garrett Bischoff.

Worst: You are real terrible at your fake job, EMTs

Hey, let’s not secure the neck that we’re speculating is injured or anything. If it’s a serious injury, I’m pretty sure the beefy hand of Samoa Joe isn’t going to prevent paralysis while you’re rolling him around willy nilly.

Worst: Aces & Eights, let’s get this show on the road

Do you realize that we have been slogging through this junk since June? Eight months of fluctuating membership numbers, confusing and meandering storylines, and weird Floridian ladies of the night? Only three members have been unmasked, we have no clear and present motivations for anything, let alone the significance of said masks, and we’re already getting a rehash of a storyline 2011.

Ideally, Brooke hired Aces & Eights to pretend to kidnap her so that Bully could save the day, thus ingratiating himself into Hogan’s good graces once more. It’s twisted and dangerous, and the kind of foolish thing someone would do when the person they love the most romantically isn’t approved of by the person they love the most in their family. It doesn’t solve any of the long-term issues, but I’m oddly intrigued by the tragedy that is the Hogan father-daughter relationship, and it would, for a short time, give some meaning to the actions of Aces & Eights.

I’m sure we’re going to see this drag on until at least March, because I can easily see them having a face team vs. Aces & Eights at Lockdown, but I’m getting real tired of waiting for some kind of progression other than “We have to wait for Sting to come back, so here are more ladies fresh from the stripper farm while we basically do nothing.”

On the plus side, however, we now have Easily Bent Rubber Hammer, my favourite unmasked member of Aces & Eights.

Worst: Oh no, what if …

I swear to god, if this is a long-form lead in to Jeff Jarrett returning I am rage-quitting TNA.

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Best: Yes, I am actually giving this whole thing a Best, don’t look at me like that

Okay, so it may have started out kind of crummy, and THIS BUSINESS makes me roll my eyes until they hurt, but this is the soapiest, most ridiculous segment and I am ALL OVER IT. I dare you not to giggle at Hulk Hogans Immobilized Poopies Face of Disapproval. Bully Ray is stretching himself beyond “Guy Who Shouts Stuff” to legitimate emotional depth for all of this, not to mention that he can tell Brooke Hogan that he loves her more than his storied career in professional wrestling and keep a straight face. That’s talent, guys.

Maybe the best part of this segment is Sting. I wish this would have been interrupted by a Sting internal monologue, because man is he ever uncomfortable witnessing all of this. There is literally no point in him being there, and it’s fantastic.

There are so many places they could go with this, and I can’t believe I am looking forward to seeing what’s going to happen. Is Bully Ray going to turn on all of them because he’s been working with his brother all along and the entire thing is a set up for him to turn heel again? Will Devon show up at the wedding to be Bully’s Best Man, despite the fact that he just threatened to mangle Brooke’s face, because Brotherly Love? Will Spike Dudley show up in a tie-dyed tuxedo and make the happiest girl in the world? Okay yeah, probably not that last one. Either way, once you get past the execution, the pathos of Hulk Hogan is something incredibly easy to become invested in, and may unknowingly be one of the most interesting things in wrestling right now.

Hey, our Eiffel Tower may not be France’s Eiffel Tower, but, it can fire off American nukes that are pointed towards Russia. So there’s that. . . Even though real Canadians would never consider Toronto as part of Canada.

Part of the fun of watching this show (which, believe me with all the Hogans running around is in short supply for me), is in coming here to read the new names for Robbie T. So, thank you for that. Also, Tessmacher tries, damn it. SIGH, it’s forever my curse that the girls in pro graps I really like always end up getting shafted into being announcers, or dropped from their contracts. :(

Thanks, guys! I dunno if I’ll have a reason to write about it again, but writing about Joseph Park made me feel so warm and fuzzy inside. I wanted to scrap the rest of the column and just write TH’HOGANS DO STUFF HERE’S MORE JOE PARK. Then seven pages of Joseph Park adventures.

Now it was customary among the Park clan than when a boy reached the age of 13 he had to go through a right of passage to be allowed into manhood. From what I’ve been told, this rite was always different, on account of it being a personal experience and all. Now I must admit that his next tale is hearsay, as it done been told to me by Jebediah himself, on account of him havin’ to do the rite by himself all personal like. Still, I have never known ol’ Jeb to be a man tell untruths or to exa… make up wild tales. What follows are the word of Jebediah Park, straight from his mouth:

Upon the day of my thirteenth birthday I wandered into the Wahacheetalle county woods for inspiration, as was customary of my clan. I walked five hours and five more, till the sun set and shadow passed onto the wood. During the night I made a fire and tossed pine combs and acorns into it. As the fire crackled and danced upon the shapes of the trees, I sat naked close to the flames, allowing them to caress my skin and fill my lungs full of smoke. As I sat there and meditated upon the teachings of my pappy and his pappy and his pappy before him, I fell into a trance and began having visions.

I saw a lake surrounded by trees on three sides, with rolling hills upon the fourth. I witnessed as birds flew onto the lake and dipped their bodies into the cool waters. Then my vision moved toward one end of the lake whereupon I caught sight of a small island. As my gaze fixated upon the small piece of land surrounded and nearly submerged by the water, three words kept repeating in my mind: Find the ring, find the ring, find the ring.

I awoke in the morning full of questions, but also full of hope and wonder. I knew now what I must do. Also, my nose was done packed full of soot and my eyebrows and most my hair were singed off, not to mention that a chipmunk had done begun to nibble on my toes.

I wandered back toward civilization, but not toward East Squirrelville, oh no, I knew exactly where I must go. I wandered toward Parts Unknown, West Virginia, the ancient home of my clan, where bad toothed bearded fellas, giant gangly types with skin sores, and masked men wearing stretchy fabrics roamed the streets. That is where I would begin my journey…

regarding Aces and Eights and that stupid rubber hammer. My wife wanted to know why a hammer to the back would knock you unconscious. I told her “because wrestling”. How about they start using a different signature weapon?

I want you to know, Danielle, (Or Brendan, as you like to be called.) (I’m going to get that over or die trying.) that I sat and watched most of Impact last night because your reports are so good.

TNA still feels like WCW with even less charisma to me, (Outside of Daniels and Kazarian, who are amazing) but I suppose I’m hooked now, in that “Can’t look away from this impending trainwreck” fashion.

My favorite part of this show was Brooke Hogan trying to wriggle her way way from Aces and Eights for like 5 minutes. Her stone-face expression never changed. It was an an animated GIF come to life. I have been so annoyed that TNA has saddled one of its baddest motherfuckers with a romance angle involving an old piece of leather and his awful daughter. If the end result end up being Ray fucking them both over and breaking that spray-tanned-arguably-sentient definition of nepotism’s heart, I will consider it all a big win.

All speculations and jokes about those suntan lotion pictures aside, you probably shouldn’t have someone in a torrid romantic situation who looks at their dad the same way she looks at kidnappers, which is the same way she looks at the love of her life.

Wrestling has been using the movie ninjas gang attack scheme for decades now. Oddly enough, even when the movie ninjas gang attack scheme succeeds in taking out a target, it is easily countered by a single person running to the ring with a head of steam.

Entrance music has been scientifically PROVEN to immobilize people for up to a minute or more. I don’t know why they don’t just play it outside of embassies when violent protests occur.

And yeah, I know its been around forever, this angle just seems to be using it as badly as I’ve ever seen. These guys had so much potential and every week they are made to look like the biggest bunch of bufoons/pussies(buffussies?) ever amassed. Who gives a shit anymore? Maybe its the fact that gang strategy is actually being used to affect on the other wrestling show, and that their new stable is being made to look dominant andd successful one a regular basis, but this angle has been terrible.

Keith, clearly you’ve never been a steel-drivin man. When I worked the rails, that is absolutely how I slung my hammer. I’d put in the spike, then jab at it with the top of the sledge. It’s how JOHN HENRY did it.

Speaking of, as we were in one comment chain, entrance music, TNA’s themes are nigh-universally horrible. Is Billy Corgan still involved with them? Because while I still enjoy Siamese Dream’s masturbatory ode to guitar overdubs, (And teenage me thought it was the greatest thing since sliced bread) he hasn’t done anything worthwhile in at least a decade.

Maybe WWE just has better sound techs, or arenas have better acoustics than the Impact Zone, but WWE themes just sound bigger and better.

Is Oceania the latest album they put out under the Pumpkins’ name? Because I didn’t bother listening to it. Reviews said it was decent, but that it was full of classic Pumpkins soundalikes, so why bother? And the Machina 2 free songs were a lot better than Machina the album I paid money for the day it came out, but that’s like comparing the Khmer Rouge to the Nazis. (Both groups are less assholish than Billy to boot.)

Of all the things to love about “Welcome Home, Jospeh Park”, his thinking stump was my favorite. (His crush on Taeler Hendrix is probably my second.) I hope you’ll find a way to work it in to the report every week.

I love when Hulk finally comes out after SAMCROMAGNON have basically threatened to pass arounf his daughter like a used sock and all he does is make the Mikayla-Maroney-is-not-impressed face. Huh? then instead of wanting to murder the group that kidnapped his daugter, he yells at her boyfriend for “getting he into this mess brother”. Just an abortion of a segment only redeemed by Bully’s evil grin and the hope that this gets blown up next week.

I have some random thoughts about this because I don’t watch Impact that much: The Hogans are kinda like the McMahons in TNA now, amirite? Brooke Hogan is quite weird looking. When did Sting become Hogan’s little buddy? Bully Ray is the least believable person to be talking about how in love he is. Spike Dudley in ANYTHING is AWESOME. That is all.

Holy smokes, Joseph park Ohio Valley Fan Fiction is one of the best things I’ve read in a long time. You’ve really outdone yourself, Danielle.

The fake as **** completely real and metal Ball Peen Hammer of Maiming (+50% limb damage) is now on my list of favorite running gags in TNA, it’s fantastic. The power of the hammer is so great that it takes people out of action for weeks! Sometimes as much as a WHOLE MONTH! Fear the hammer and all its plasticky glory!

My favorite part of the whole show was the Hulkster Super Sourpuss face which he managed to hold for like 15 minutes straight. That’s dedication!

I think TNA is at its best when they don’t try to be serious and just go full on campy. This is why the Team FBFF (Bad Influence) and Robbies segments are so much fun. I can’t wait until we get Eric Young back, he’s the freakin’ greatest. I can watch him elbow & collar tie up with referees and strip down to his skivvies anytime.

Caught Impact last night on the DVR and figured that I should join in on the B&W commenting fun instead of lurking.

I’d like to give a Best to Earl Hebner for warning Kurt about his potty-mouth. What really made the moment was that Earl made sure to keep his lips from moving, but totally had zero awareness of how close he was to the mic. Kurt had a wondefully stunned look on his face and then completely ignored Hebner’s warning and just keep on going like an idiot. This moment summed up so much of TNA so gloriously that I watched it multiple times and kept laughing.

Regarding your Aces & Eights rage-quit scenario, here’s mine: Eric Bischoff. IIRC, he’s actually a biker-guy. I seem to remember some WCW stuff with him & his motorcycle. Eric creating his own (awful) bike gang heel stable to try to run rough-shot on TNA seems right up his alley of awful ideas.

maybe you’ll give the gutcheck match a worst … but the fans of jay bradley and brian cage who were waiting for years to see them get a chance in the big leagues were the happiest people on earth when they both appeared in TNA and against each other !
I was waiting for this match since bradley announced on twitter that the best unsigned talent (that’s his old nickname … he’s signed now :) yay) is going for a bigger place !